Light rain

Light rain, this is a person's name, a girl's name, it is easy to reminiscent of the girl's light and slender, the romance that the girl yearns for. But he is a boy, very handsome, he has a pair of clear eyes like a lake, it seems that he has never seen a cloud, always looking at everything outside the window.

At this time, Xiaoyu was sitting in a pavilion on the edge of the city, as if waiting for something. The wind in the late autumn rose, and his head was even more messy, and he sat quietly without thinking, his eyes sprinkled on the gray sky. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, sparkling with uncontrollable joy, and a bit like sorrow. Xiao Xiaoqiu wind swept past him and turned into a whisper. He couldn't help but whisper. "Yeah, the rain is coming, my little rain is coming." The pale cheeks are flushed with blush. The light rain should fly in the air with the beat of the wind, and then almost a thousandth of a second, the rain feet on the earth completed the only swan song in one life, like "Ode to Joy", but also "Symphony of Destiny".

Looking at the rain and fog that filled the place, the rain and the palms of the hands were together, and silently felt the understanding of the gods, moved by the rain that was lively in the autumn wind. He experienced the passion of life. Before the drizzle, he had seen the shadow of death from the gray sky, the knocking of the disease caused by the terminal illness. He predicted that life would fade like a fallen leaf in a minute, maybe this is his last meeting with the rain scene. He was happier with the light rain that was expected in the expectation.

This is the rain that is wrapped in coolness. In the rain, his weak body is like a branch of chills. The ethereal rain and fog made him feel that in the deepest part of his heart, there was always something to do. What is it? He bowed his head and meditated.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and the raindrops hit a small nest on the ground. "This is the power of the rain," Xiao Yu thought.

Looking for a room, the sound of "啾" made him stunned and looked up. A small bird swept away in the wind and rain. "This is the power of the bird," Xiao Yu thought.

So what about my strength? Light rain can't help but ask. He remembered the helplessness before the illness, the long helplessness, why not release it freely in the last hours of life? The long-standing passion finally broke out in the sound of the wind and the sound of the birds. After a long shout, he rushed into the rain...

In the moment of blending with the wind and rain, he portrayed the sky and the earth with his own will and posture: because of the limit of challenge, the fragile life can be so magnificent.